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bottles
Contributed by
deadbloodyrose
on
Thursday, 17th June 2004 @ 02:36:55 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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i hop out of the car and slam the door shut
i race in the house and wipe the tears away
quickly withought caring i answer my mom
i walk quietly to the computer and log on
talk on there doesn't help much im still depressed
i trudge to my room and turn on my red light
i put in a cd and lay down and cry loudly
i grab my mountain dew and pour into my mouth
my throat stngs as i swallow but i get an idea
i walk over to my safe where my secret stash is
i throw 7 pills in my mouth and swallow quickly
i wait about 1/2 an hour lying in bed, thoughts racing
i still feel like crap and my depression continues
i realize there's nothing left to live for no reason to stay
i hold the bottle in my hand theres 57 left
i grab my pop and throw some in my mouth quickly
each time i toss in 5 so i can swallow easier
25 of them have been launched down my throat
my pop runs out and i use spit to get the pills down
my body is weak and i have little engery left to use
wiht my lack of energy i climb the 15 stairs going up
i open the fridge door and find my bottle of apple juice
clenching the railing in my weak hand i follow the stairs down
slowly and wearily i go back over to my nice warm futon
i lay my head on the pillow and grasp my pills
pick up my apple juice in my other hand and raise it
take a drink and this time throw in 8 cold hard pills
i pop the pills over and over until theres 3 left
my eyelids are like weights and try so hard to close
slowly and painfully thinkin of friends i swallow the remaining pills
then i close my eyes and drop the two bottles on the floor
my heart slows down and my breathing stops
ive finally got whta ive always wanted. to be dead
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2004-06-17 14:36:55]
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Re: bottles
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by Living_In_My_Dream on
Thursday, 17th June 2004 @ 02:45:28 PM AEST
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wow, please I hope you dont do this...I like your wroting it has a lot going for you....but you know it can just be a write but I know your hurting but you know you can get through this....keep it up and keep going strong
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Re: bottles
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by deadreckoning1983 on
Thursday, 17th June 2004 @ 03:00:48 PM AEST
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| i would like to thank you for being so honest. most people wouldn't be.this is a very sobering poem and i would like to thank for putting some things in perspective for me in my life. |
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Re: bottles
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by pixie on
Thursday, 17th June 2004 @ 03:21:17 PM AEST
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great poem, hope that you will find the strength not to do this, you have such a talent
pixie xx |
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Re: bottles
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by apollo on
Thursday, 17th June 2004 @ 06:40:58 PM AEST
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this might sound confusing, but this is damn near the exact scenario of my life. this is what i do, although i do not want to be dead sincerely, we all do think of it at times (am i right?) you sound like an amazing person, and from this writing in concure that you have a talent of writing. please continue to write as i do want to hear more of you and your life, because you do seem like an amazing individual. so take care and just be careful.
brandon |
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